| On that day, I lost it all
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| Before my eyes saw the mighty fall
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| As I sat in solitude
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| Petrified by the magnitude of loss
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| Clenched my fists, and dried my tears
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| Buried the fortress that hides my fears
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| All along I felt defeated, hate was all I ever needed
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| Frailty hides upon the surface, suffering to gain my purpose
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| To this day, I hate you all
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| Spread wretched wings once you let me fall
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| Sweet murderous fantasies
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| You must survive, to share my agony
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| All along I felt defeated, hate was all I ever needed
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| Frailty hides upon the surface, suffering to gain my purpose
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| The narrative of this rhapsody is beginning to read like a tragedy
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| No longer a question of amnesty, but prolonging impending insanity
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| Weakness breeds inadequacy, reject the offer of apathy
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| I’m not living a fantasy, hatred grows endlessly
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| I hate you
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| Gaining purpose
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| Frailty lies upon the surface
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| Suffering to gain my purpose |